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thestormishere) wrote2012-06-27 04:33 pm
thestormishere) wrote2012-06-27 04:33 pm
☈ strike # 21 (action)
[ Lightning surprises herself with how upsetting it is to come back from the draft and see the village torn to pieces like this, not repairing itself like usual. The general destruction is bad enough, but when she gets to house #41... well, chalk up one more emotionally affected by the flood damage to the town's vegetation- the storm has not been kind to the yard-- to Aerith's flowers, which are all but washed away now. When she first sees it, it actually takes a few minutes before she's able to move past it, touching the leafless, lifeless remains of a something-or-another that she's forgotten the name of, her expression unreadable...
- And after she's assessed the damage to the building itself, worked the last couple of days just to make it livable again and helped out with the worst of the destruction throughout the village, the yard of her house right off the town's center is where she is again, walking along the perimeter of the destroyed fence there.
It's not until she's yanked and pulled at a section to try and right it again that she notices something else: beneath it is a rosebush, but despite it too missing its flowers and a good deal of leaves, half-turned over out of its placed in the ground... it's obviously still growing. Still alive. The fallen barrier must have protected it, somehow.
Without a word, she simply shoves the wrecked fence out of the way... and starts trying to upright the abused shrubbery instead.
- A little while later, she wanders back into town, a lot muddier than she usually is. She means to go somewhere else, but funnily enough, she ends up getting distracted by visiting Good Spirits instead, then the smithy, which is all but flattened to the ground. Not a very good place to be if you didn't feel like sustaining some sort of injury due to the high number of unlucky weapons that had been there.
Considering there's nothing to do there too, she's just about to move on when she suddenly pauses, her brow furrowing as she looks at the wreckage; call it yet another case of inexplicable l'Cie intuition, but something stops her. She takes another look.
... There, in the mud and half-hidden by a hunk of twisted metal, is something she's pretty sure she recognizes. With a sudden, obvious sense of urgency, she starts pulling things aside, trying to get closer. ]
- And after she's assessed the damage to the building itself, worked the last couple of days just to make it livable again and helped out with the worst of the destruction throughout the village, the yard of her house right off the town's center is where she is again, walking along the perimeter of the destroyed fence there.
It's not until she's yanked and pulled at a section to try and right it again that she notices something else: beneath it is a rosebush, but despite it too missing its flowers and a good deal of leaves, half-turned over out of its placed in the ground... it's obviously still growing. Still alive. The fallen barrier must have protected it, somehow.
Without a word, she simply shoves the wrecked fence out of the way... and starts trying to upright the abused shrubbery instead.
- A little while later, she wanders back into town, a lot muddier than she usually is. She means to go somewhere else, but funnily enough, she ends up getting distracted by visiting Good Spirits instead, then the smithy, which is all but flattened to the ground. Not a very good place to be if you didn't feel like sustaining some sort of injury due to the high number of unlucky weapons that had been there.
Considering there's nothing to do there too, she's just about to move on when she suddenly pauses, her brow furrowing as she looks at the wreckage; call it yet another case of inexplicable l'Cie intuition, but something stops her. She takes another look.
... There, in the mud and half-hidden by a hunk of twisted metal, is something she's pretty sure she recognizes. With a sudden, obvious sense of urgency, she starts pulling things aside, trying to get closer. ]
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[The other woman's gaze doesn't go unnoticed.] Is there something I can do for you? I'm afraid the shop itself is in need of a good cleaning.
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And then it's gone, for the most part, as the woman turns her gaze back, speaking in a tone that's just as neutral as it was before. ]
I know you're busy, but do you think you could come by house forty-one when you get the chance?
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[ Truthfully that isn't what she'd planned on accomplishing when she'd set out from her house... but considering the level of chaos present in town at the moment, she'll take what she can get even if it deviates a bit from the schedule in her head. She wastes no time turning right back around to lead the way toward the place in question. ]
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[Raine picks up her staff and shoulder bag before moving to keep up the pace with her.]
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Most of Aerith's plants were destroyed in the storm.
[ Sounding very neutral there for sure. However, Aerith and Lightning were best friends. It's not hard to guess that there might be more to it than what can be taken from the pink-haired woman's steady voice. ]
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And of course she knew that Aerith and Lightning were close. The request makes a lot of sense, even if most of it was nonverbal.]
... Understood. I will do what I can for them.
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[ Which even Lightning can recognize as a shame- many of the more colorful flowers were low to the ground and, while not necessarily fragile, they stood little chance of surviving the abuse the wind and rain and subsequent flooding had put out- something that becomes obvious as they close in on the yard Lightning's leading toward. While the house came out rather lucky damage-wise, the area around it is... ruined. There's really no other way around it. ]
... Zack and I used to help out sometimes, but...
[ But neither of them is experienced enough to fix this for sure. And Lightning is obviously far from happy about it, which explains why she just keeps talking despite the lack of need for it. As unusual as it might seem to someone not used to her, she's just trying to explain. ]
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There's another noticeable pause, as she simply stands and observes the mess herself, thinking over Raine's commentary. But then finally- ]
Thank you.
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You're welcome. I'm glad to be of some help.
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I'll have my journal, if you need anything.
[ Offer complete with her body half-turned away already, prepared to more or less flee the scene as soon as possible. At least she's willing to wait for an answer (this time) though. ]
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... I guess. It can't hurt, anyway.
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